Who do you think I am? Another lost cause; a broken man. Who do you think you are? Old friend, the one who bites the hand that feeds you. Infectious hate. That is your name. Infectious hate. You play your games. Nothing's the same. So fake. So quick to turn your back on me. You mean nothing to me now. Spread your name just like you spread your hate. Kill them all. Rid this world of your disease. Hate. Kill them all. You're nothing but a disease. Infectious hate. Can you hear us now? Voices of the enslaved, rise.
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